MY HUUUUUUUUUUSBANNDDDDDDDDD

MY HUUUUUUUUUUSBANNDDDDDDDDD

Private photoshoot

Dan heng x reader

Summary: your nerdy photographer boyfriend wants to have a photoshoot with you! But~ with a little twist...a spicy twist~

Word count: 0.7k

tw.: fluff to suggestive, smut, fluff, a little bit smitty at the end, but that's up to you

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Dan Heng was having a leisurely conversation with the love of his life and foreseeable future, you, when his hobbies were brought up, one of them was photography. With this came the bright idea of a photoshoot, although at first he was unsure, he knew he would regret it if he said no.

After a fun day of running around the express, taking very beautiful pictures of things, people and pompom. After that photo marathon he, initially wanted to upload the pictures into the data bank, but you insisted he take a few more of you before all that...

And how could he say no?

Being the amazing boyfriend that he is, he did as he was told ( totally not because he had a dirty dirty little idea for this private photoshoot).

He knew what your main intention was, how could he not? Of course you noticed how he gave you bedroom eyes the entire day, and yesterday night, how he was literally attached to you, holding you in some way whether it be as innocent as hand holding or him rubbing you thigh ( and veeeeerrrrrrrrrrry close to your private area).

But everyone brushed it off as Dan Heng being clingy because he felt like it. This was a normal occurrence once he was comfortable enough to make your relationship public ( to the express crew, of course). (The most PDA you'd get out of him is hand-holding).

So far the photo shoot was going okay, fine, slow...he was getting impatient. But who is he to complain? He got some stunning shots of your beautiful face...and some derpy looking ones with double chins and shit ( it's for blackmail purposes lol).

You suggested a *genius* idea of slowly stripping off your clothing bit-by-bit. You knew the effect this would have on poor baby Dan Heng. He was getting more impatient, you were doing it so slowly on purpose, you knew it was ticking him off and he knew that you knew that you were trying to piss him off.

So what did he do?

He started telling you to do more poses. This guy straight up turned the tables, and said suffer. So both of your horny asses were teasing the other...until he broke. Hastily (and gently) putting his camera down before pouncing onto you.

His sudden attack made the both of you fall onto his diky little mattress, the bed wasn't even made, and you hit your head into his soft pillow that smelled strongly of his scent.

He kissed you like a starved dragon that finally caught his long awaited meal.

"Did you get hurt?" He abruptly interrupted the kiss with a concerned look in his earnest eyes as he was catching his breath.

You could only turn your head signaling no, because although he may seem gentle with his words, this man has one hand gripping your waist while the other rested alarmingly close to your neck, his knee in between your legs, nudging closer and closer to you needy core all the while his face shows nothing but pure love and devotion to you, with his sharp enticing eyes masking lust.

"Dan heng, please, please~ kisssss meeee already~"

He loved when you whined and begged him, but first he needs one important thing from you. His eyes filled with plea, as he waited for you to give him the heads up to continue on a more intimate scale...

"you're so pretty.." you mumble, chin resting on the palm of your hand as you dreamily stared at your boyfriend. His eyes widened for a split second, not expecting you to compliment him out of the blue like that. "oh, am I? thank you, dear," he grinned, leaning in for a kiss before you pressed your hand against his chest, stopping him in his tracks. "no. it is genuinely unfair how pretty you are," your eyebrows furrowed, cheeks puffing out. "do you know how it feels when your boyfriend is prettier than you?" You whined, making him snicker. "that's what you're worried about?" He scoffed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to his chest, kissing the crown of your head. "you're the prettiest woman I've seen in my life, baby," he smiled, pulling back to look you in the eye. Your frown deepened, "but I'm not talking about women. everything about you is perfect! your skin? smooth as a baby's ass; your hair? silky and healthy; your face? god, the face," you buried your face in your hands, not being able to fathom how your boyfriend was this pretty without even using any products— hell, he used head and shoulders shampoo and his hair was healthier and softer than yours!

"oh, my sweet girl," he sighed, hooking a finger under your chin to make you look up at him, his lips curved up in a smile, "are you saying you're not beautiful?" Your bottom lip jutted out, eyebrows still furrowed, "well...not as beautiful as you..I don't even know how I managed to pull you—" He rolled his eyes, having enough of your nonsense before swiftly picking you up and swinging you over his shoulder, "yeah? I'll show you how gorgeous you are. I'll fucking prove it to you."

Let's just say that he proved it to you very hard and deeply. He proved it to you so well that you couldn't even walk the next day. <3

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Rose feilds in snow

Gepard Landau x reader

Summary: checking on your boyfriend on his day off for a while and gifting him a rose, you go off to run errands, until the two of you "coincidentally " met resulting in another wholesome moment for your relationship.

Word count: 0.6k

tw.: straight up tooth rotting wholesome sickeningly sweet fluff

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The bone chilling temperature of Belobog is in high contrast with how hot Gepard is feeling at the moment.

You said you were coming to meet him on his day off...well today's the day and you did drop by for a bit, before running off to run some errands.

Reason to why he's so red in the face and bashful? You came by with a single rose, warm tea, and a fleeting kiss on the lips.

He knew you'd be back by night, you told him before leaving, it's rare for him to have a day off, but now he wants to return the favor tenfold. He wanted to show you how much he loves you, he wanted to show you that you feel loved... so what was he going to do? Go to Eversummer Florist!

You were busy running around Belobog, until Serval messaged you saying she needs you right now and that it's an emergency!

Rushing over, bursting through the doors of Neverwinter Workshop to check up on Serval and her urgent matter. A machine had gone broken and she needed two set of hands and another capable intellectual to assist in the matter of repairing that machinery.

Meanwhile...Gepard was at Eversummer Florist trying to figure out which flower you'd like, after much pondering he thought of asking his elder sister, Serval who at this certain point in time is with the love of his fateful life.

"Uhmm~ how about you go and buy me some lavenders or lilacs?"

"Serval, what does that have anything to do with fixing this ancient looking machine artifact thingy?"

"Ahhhh, don't worry~ I'll handle the rest, you go and take a rest by smelling some flowers and buy me a few of the purple colored flowers, I think they'll make the workshop look a little more pleasant."

Serval happily ushered you out of the workshop, before you could even get a word out you were already standing out in the somewhat cold Administrative District's weather.

Maybe Serval's right, you do need a break from all the errands and running around you've done for almost the entire day.

Gepared blankly staring at his sister's late and blatant answer of "idk ask your love" when he's clearly trying to plan a surprise. Why doesn't she get it? Just as he thought that the doors to the little store opened, to the most beautiful person this man's ever seen. He almost dropped his phone and cracked it if it wasn't for his quick trained reflexes.

"Hi, uh, love! What brings you here?" He tried his best at hiding his smile, but his face blushed the instant he saw your equally red face and just a little bit messy hair.

"Oh? Gepard? Darling, I thought you were resting at home? Did Serval also send you to check out suitable flowers for the workshop?" You joked happily walking in feeling a feeling of pure childish joy coincidentally seeing your lover.

"Uh, actually I..uhm...I came to buy you flowers,butIdidn'tknowwhichomeyou'dreallylike, so I asked Serval for advice, but I guess she sent you in person, haha." Stepping closer to you, his face deepening in the shade of bashfulness while he fiddled with your fingers, looking away from you. He was nervous, and extremely cute.

You felt your face heating up and your hand grasping his pulling him into an embrace, because words were not willing to come out of your mouth.

"I'll love any flower you give, dear."

"...I know... I just wanted it to be the best, because you deserve only the best, love."

Honey-baka, indulge my request for Arlecchino to give her female lover cunnilingus! 😠 Only if you want! Not that I care! 😤 If... If you would be so kind as to grant my request? 🥺👉👈

Your wish is my command! I went ahead and added a couple of other harbingers as a bonus. I’m also trying out a new format!

Harbingers Eating You Out

w/ Arlecchino, Childe, Dottore x afab!reader

Warnings: absolute pussy devouring, dirty talk, praise, degradation, edging, overstimulation, bondage, begging, semi-public

!Everything is consensual! MINORS DNI!

Arlecchino —

The way her tongue laid flat against your core sent you to the archons above. Her hand pressed down on your stomach to hold you down, to make you feel every ounce of pleasure she was willingly giving you. Your hips rolled in a futile attempt to get her impossibly closer. You groaned when her hand pressed down harsher, forcing you to stay still.

“Now now, only those who behave get rewarded,” Her tongue flicks over your clit, “You know that, don’t you?”

She sounds condescending, words bittersweet but her tongue feels like honey. You can only nod against the bed as the sensations build up. It was messy, so messy as she went back to flicking her tongue over your clit. Your legs quivered under the feeling. Your juices flowed down her throat like a sweet drink, and she wasn’t stopping till she took every single drop.

“Arlecchino- ah-!” You moaned out her name like a prayer, your hand instinctively gripping her hair and pulling. She moaned against you in response, picking up the pace. Her tongue thrusts in and out of you and her diligent fingers circle your clit.

“Fuck,” You moaned. Your hips bucked against hers shearing hot pleasure blanketed your body. Your cum coats her face and she’s eager to lick it up. She only lets out a beautiful groan with her lips wrapped around you. Her hand on your stomach moves to your thigh, rubbing gentle circles around it. Desperately you grind your hips down onto her tongue as she lets you ride out the waves of pleasure with gentle moans of her name and heavy breathing. Your body convulsed and shuddered with pleasure when she finally lifted her head, panting slightly. Finally, she pulls away with an audible pop, and you can hear her laugh at your adorable fucked out face. You reached for her face, wanting to kiss her breathless lips. With a smug grin plastered across her face, she kisses you, letting you get a taste of yourself.

“There you go darling,” She whispers against your lips. Her hand slips between your legs, inserting a finger into your overtly sensitive hole that makes you jolt and moan, “Let us see how long you can last.”

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Childe —

He’s relentless with the way his mouth selfishly devours your aching pussy. It was chaotic and rough and it made you see stars. Your hands grip his desk as a way to ground yourself, even just slightly. The elegant wood was painful for your naked body but you couldn’t care when Childe was pleasing you oh so well. His tongue was so talented and hot and so good—you were losing yourself in the bliss of feeling so devoted. You could feel the heat of his breath on your soaked cunt and he sucked harder at your clit which made your moans more intense than before. Childe wasn’t stopping though. No, he wasn’t going to stop till he had you shaking and begging, nothing but an incoherent mess.

Your hand gripped tighter at the desk and you felt like you were floating, the desk failing at its job to ground you. Your back arched into him and you moaned louder while he spread open your pussy and licked up your juices. He was so fucking good at everything, at making you feel like a puddle for him and him alone. You wanted to scream out your pleasure into the air but you couldn’t, not when his office is in one of the busiest parts of the palace.

“Go on, be loud,” His words are muffled, not bothering to stop gliding his hot tongue over your hole, “No one is going to dare stop us.”

You let out another soft moan and you feel a warm wetness pooling from the slit and sliding down onto the dark wood under you. Your legs shook and your knees buckled beneath you as his fingers teased the inside of your walls, pushing and pressing until you were close enough to orgasm.

“I can’t- I can’t- that’s embarrassing,” Your words are cut short by his fingers thrusting in harder and right up against the spongy part within your velvety walls, his mouth shucking on your clit gently.

“I said..” His other hand grips your hip, pulling you down more onto his fingers and tongue, “Be. Loud.” His voice had a slight growl to it, and his eyes held no room for argument. You let yourself go unrestrained, practically screaming out his name in a pornographic way that was sure to have echoed down the hallway. You let yourself come completely undone, cumming hard around his skillful tongue. He cleaned it up loudly, slurping overshadowing your quiet moans and pleas for him to stop. It fell on deaf ears though as he still has yet to halt his fingers spreading you open, tongue filling in the space that wasn’t occupied by his digits.

“We’re not stopping till you learn to listen to me, my beloved slut.”

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Dottore —

Each movement is done in a way that is precise, experimental. Each flick of his tongue, each brush of his hand; it’s done in a way to see how you react. Your hands are tied behind your back in a pretty royal blue. He wanted his experiment to be successful after all, he can’t have you interfere.

You squirmed, your eyes rolling back when his hot tongue glided over a particularly sensitive spot. The moan that is brought out of your parted lips made his ruby eyes drift up to look at you. He didn’t stop, continuing to abuse that spot and eliciting more mesmerizing moans from you. His eyes are dark and piercing, they make your knees weak and make you even wetter.

“Mmnnghh,” You whimper, trying to pull at the ropes in an attempt to feel him. His mouth pulls away from your body to lick at his lips. “You taste divine,” His voice was low, husky and smooth. It made the haze in your head heavier, mumbling nonsense. His eyes were still locked onto yours, and you couldn’t tear yourself away.

“Would you like me to continue? To keep you here and make you my personal test subject,” You nodded vigorously, and he laughed. A throaty, deep chuckle that sent vibrations through your spine and set your heart racing.

“Of course you do, look at you, a mindless slut. How beautiful,” His teeth scrape at your inner thigh as he spoke, sending waves of goosebumps down your entire body. The sensation sent shivers of excitement coursing through your veins. “What do you think I should do with you, hmm? Should I do this,” His finger thrusts inside your needy hole. “Or this,” His fingers curl into you and press deeper. You gasp, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes as you feel a burst of tingly pleasure shoot up your body. He’s so good to you. So good at making you feel like you belong to him. At making you want to be nothing more than his plaything to use.

“Such a good test subject, behaving for me.” His lips wrap around your clit, letting his tongue flick over the sensitive bud. He licks it slowly, savoring it, before thrusting his fingers up. He has every inch of you mapped out, knowing exactly where to touch to fall apart. To make you let out a strangled moan with his name being mumbled out. He works you open up for him. His mouth sucks at your nub, and your legs tremble underneath him. It was overwhelming in the best way possible, the burning from the rope only adding to the added pleasure. You were desperate for more, wanting to grab his hair and fuck your dripping pussy into his face. Yet, you knew better than to step out of line.

You felt your orgasm creep up the back of your legs and up your body. Your breathing got heavier, moans got louder. There was a tremble to your legs that gave away all signs that you were so, so close. With a malicious grin and one last thrust into your hole, he pulls away. The blaring hot feeling dissipates in a disappointing cold.

“No, no no, please! Please Dottore I need it, I need it so bad!” You squirmed, hips grinding up to try and get any sensations they could, your pussy aching and begging for more stimulation. Instead, he laughed cruelly, placing a kiss just above your clit.

“Mmm…no, you don’t need it. You want it,” He leans his body over yours, leaving sloppy kisses along your jawline till he’s against the shell of your ear. His breathing is deep and ragged, his hips grinding against yours. His erection presses against your core, teasing you further. “There’s a distinct difference. The only way you’ll be able to cum is if I deem you worthy of such a gift. Now be a good little experiment and keep still while I fuck you.”

HEY HEYY THIS IS KINDA MY FIRST TIME REQUESTING FOR ANYONE BUT LIKE UR MY FAV SINCE YOURS ARE SO DETAILED AND THEIR JUST SO UGHHHHH . . . ANYWAYS CAN YOU PLEASEEE DO A SCARAMOUCHE NSFW WHERE HE MAKES READER INTO LIKE HIS HUMAN CAT?? LIKE WITH ATTACHABLE CAT EARS, CAT TAIL, COLLAR ETC. TYSM!!🙏🙏

(Also idk if this is where i was supposed to request so lets hope it is😰)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑~! - 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐄 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

notes: EEE THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING MWAAH!! IM HAPPY YOU LIKE MY WORK SHDFHS I HOPE I DONT DISSAPOINT YOU

warnings: fem!reader, master kink, leash, collar, attatchable ears + tail, dom!scara, sub!reader. | petnames used: little kitty, pet, pretty bitch

Scaramouche gently pet your head, his fingers placed on your cat ears, his thumb stroking your head. He couldn't keep his eyes off of your figure as you stood in front of him, wearing a tight little black dress that reached your mid-thighs and a pair of white thigh high socks.

Your face was covered in a deep red blush as he kept touching you, his gaze locked on you. You bit your bottom lip, not knowing how to react or what to say. You've never seen Scaramouche like this, but you had a good idea of what it was due to the tent in his pants. "So pretty.." Scaramouche spoke under his breath, his hands now resting on your waist, his thumbs rubbing over your curves.

He pulled you onto his lap, letting you sit there as he placed his hand under your chin, his thumb rubbing your bottom lip. He watched as your breathing increased, his other hand now running up your inner thigh, stopping right before he reached the place that made you shiver with anticipation.

"Masterr.." you pleaded, your hands clenching the sheets of the bed. Scaramouche couldn't resist, the sight of you being so needy was too much to handle. He slid his hand under your panties, his middle and index fingers sliding into your soaked core.

"Fuck, already this wet? How long have you been wanting this, my little pet?"

You could only gasp, feeling his fingers move in and out of your core, your pussy already clenching around them. "s-so long..needed it for so long, master.." you tried to speak properly, but the feeling was just too much.

He curled his fingers up, hitting your g-spot inside of you, causing your hips to jerk forwards, making Scaramouche smirk at your reaction. "Such a cute little kitty..so sensitive..do you like it when I fuck you like this? Is this enough for you?" he questioned, watching as your expression turned from pleasure to one of pure desire, wanting more, needing more.

"N-no..need you, need you to fuck me more please, master.." you begged, the pink leash wrapped around your neck was pulled on harshly. A yelp escaped your mouth as he brought your lips to his, pressing them together. He slid his tongue past your lips, his hands now gripping the side of your face.

Your hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning it and letting your hands roam over his chest, tracing the outline of his muscles, a slight moan leaving his mouth at your touch.

Scaramouche pushed his fingers deeper into your core, causing a loud moan to escape from you, the noise only causing him to grow even more needy. "Take it off..let me see your beautiful body." he commanded, his eyes meeting yours. You did as he said, standing up and pulling the dress over your head, revealing the laced black lingerie you were wearing underneath.

Scaramouche took the moment to undo his belt and pull his pants and boxers down, freeing his aching erection, the tip already leaking precum. "I want you to ride me, little kitten." he ordered, grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you back onto his lap, your ass now directly over his throbbing cock.

You lowered yourself onto his cock, a gasp leaving your mouth as you felt him stretch you out. You started to bounce yourself on him, the tail he made you wear flicked up and down with every bounce. His hands were now holding your hips, helping you keep the same rhythm.

"Good kitty..that's it, just like that..~" he moaned, his eyes half-lidded. Your mind was racing, the feeling of him inside you making your head spin, his moans spurring you on, causing you to speed up. The leash wrapped around your neck was tugged on again and he shoved his tongue into your mouth once again.

Scaramouche couldn't get enough of your taste, his hands moving down to your ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing it. You moaned into the kiss, the pleasure becoming too much for you. Your pussy was clenching around his cock, and his dick was throbbing, begging to release. Your hips jerked, the stimulation becoming overwhelming.

He soon pushed you off him, flipping you over with your pretty ass up in the air and your face against the pillow. Scaramouche positioned himself behind you, his hands placed on your ass and squeezing. "So pretty..my pretty bitch.." he mumbled before shoving his cock into your core again, his hand now moving to the back of your head and pushing your face further into the pillow, muffling the loud moans coming from your lips.

Scaramouche didn't waste any time, starting at a rough and fast pace, his hand moving to your hips, gripping them and pulling you closer to him.

His thrusts were hard and deep, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly, causing your moans to become louder and louder. You face pushed against the pillow and his hand moved from your hips to the leash at the back of your neck, pulling your face up from the pillow so he could hear your moans and screams clearly.

"M-master..i-I'm close..~!" you managed to say between the moans. His hips stuttered, and he started to thrust faster and harder. "Cum for me, my pretty little kitty..cum for your master."

You gripped the sheets tightly, your orgasm hitting you hard, his name leaving your mouth, repeating it over and over again. He groaned, his grip on your hips tightening, and his thrusts becoming sloppier. "F-fuck..take it, take it all." he moaned as his cum filled you, his cock pulsating inside you.

He pulled out and let go of your collar, letting you rest for a moment, while he laid beside you. His eyes gazed over your form, a smirk growing on his face. "What a mess we've made.."

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Does my Pet Want a Treat <3

-characters: Childe,Ayato, and Gorou

-warnings:Smut,Knotting,Scenting,Possessive, and Dry Humping

⠀ ─ ⊹ ⊱ Tartaglia - Puppy boy ⊰ ⊹ ─

He’s a bit feral, not that he means to be; Tartaglia just loves his owner and isn’t very good at containing his excitement. You’re his favourite person in the entire world and he doesn’t hesitate to let you know in the early mornings as you’re getting ready to leave the warmth of your shared bed and in the late evenings when you breeze through the front door smelling like strangers. He doesn’t like when you smell like anyone other than him, Tartaglia chokes and gags on the scent, his fluffy orange ears pressing against his head in displeasure.

His tail thumping wildly behind him as he snuggles up against your body, your sweet puppy intent on smothering you in his smell. It’s an easy task when you’re stripped down and splayed out before him, eager for his fat cock to stretch your aching hole out. You’re engulfed in his musky scent in mere minutes, his teeth and lips sloppily leaving hickeys and indents what ever sliver of exposed skin is closest.

You were his and only his, you shouldn’t smell of anything other than him.

So, every piece of you should reflect that. Some may have seen Tartaglia as possessive, but you thought it was cute how much your pretty puppy adored you. Sure, he’d growl at anyone who’s gaze lingered on you for a smidge too long, but you were just too addicted to how his knot filled you up to care.

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─ ⊹ ⊱ Ayato - Kitty boy ⊰ ⊹ ─

Ayato is almost too pretty, with his narrow cerulean eyes that followed you’re every movement. Intimidating too, which made you feel foolish. He was your pet, the one you took in and cared for in all aspects and yet you felt like he held all the power. A regal air of authority surrounded him, despite the puffy tail that flicker happily whenever you spoiled him with a particularly expensive treat. That was why, it took almost no convincing for you to help you deal with his heat, rather than calling up your neighbour who had her a precious pet of her own.

Ayato wanted you, he craved to be the one thing that could get you to moan oh so sweetly each night; he hated that stupid vibrator of yours, he was jealous of the thing. You were already so apprehensive around him, so eager to please and be the best owner you possibly could— so to convince you the best way to care for him was by milking his cock and offering your cunt to him each heat cycle was only logical.

The first time he purrs in delight is when he finally gets a taste of you, his prickly tongue dripping with spit and your arousal, silky strands of hair spilled across your thighs as he suckled on your clit. It was then that you decided Ayato could have anything he wished for if it meant that you’d be the object of his affection. Lucky for you, your precious kitty was quite the cuddler once his balls were drained.

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─ ⊹ ⊱ Gorou - Puppy boy (duh!) ⊰ ⊹ ─

Gorou hates being a puppy, loathes the pointy ears and fluffy tail he sports because no matter how hard he tries they always give away what he’s feeling inside. You can read him like a book, always drawing out the most embarrassing sounds when you scratch behind his ears or massage the spot above his tail while the two of you are cuddling. Gorou despises how easy it is for him to fall apart between your hands while you remained unphased no matter how many times you catch him humping your pillows and sniffing your worn panties. It infuriated him, each and every time you cooed at his “cute” visage chipping away at his pride. He didn’t want to be cute, Gorou wanted to be your mate, wanted you to see him as worthy. Gorou would make it his mission to have you just as enthralled with him as he was with you. And you were, he just didn’t see it amid the sea of insecurities he was lost in. Gorou didn’t realize when you’d leave your door open at night while you played with yourself that it was an open invitation for his company. He was far too busy trying to muffling his moans as he peered through the crack in the door to even notice that it was his name on your lips as you finger fucked yourself. It was frustrating— how the two of you toed on the line, too scared to cross it. Maybe if you showed him just how wet you got at the thought of his knot, he’d see that he was more than worthy for your affections.